Fields of Random Dances

Whispers in the rustling wind

Beneath the surface of tender thoughts, ripples invoke entire oceans
Dreams dissolve yet linger, a soft aftertaste on reality's edge
Each step, each echo in twilight is a doorway to the self we seldom know

In shadow and light, we find stories unheard, waiting
for the touch of understanding—an embrace, a sigh
Giggles of the past, haunting amber fields
Dares to dance where only solitude speaks

Imagine a world cascading in silence inside your thoughts
Kaleidoscopic tender rebellions teetering on the brink.
Those dimmed sparks longing to align, every beat inward
Compasses lost within defiant tangents—yet magnetically still

Night Falls Echo Edged Of Mimicry